Alarming Incident FLASHBACK

Dear friends,

Every once in awhile, we like to peruse our old blog posts. Would you believe we have nearly 2,500 in our archives?! They're full of wonderful memories and lots of laughs too. If you've been with us for the past few years, you know that Waffles has a reputation for mischief. Especially when it came to Katie. Our beloved Katie was a very straight-laced kitty. A rule follower. Often, when Waffles would do something crazy, she'd just sit back and stare with that "seriously?" look on her face. This post was one of those times. From way back in February of 2013 when Waffles was still a tiny kitten. We hope you enjoy it!

KATIE:  There's been an incident. Multiple incidents. THREE to be exact. And I'll give you ONE guess who's to blame.

KATIE:  It was an ordinary day. I was just innocently hanging out in the piano room, admiring my modern cat tree, when Waffles Too entered the room and commandeered the third level of my tree. 

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss! Whaddya doing down there?

KATIE:  I might add, he did NOT seek permission to approach, let alone climb my cat tree. I guess some cats just need to look down on others to feel good about themselves.

The next thing I know, I'm being attacked from the sky. Waffles Too waited for me to come just a few feet closer and then WHAM. He dove from skyscraper heights and landed right on my back. Friends, you will have to take my word for this, as it was impossible to capture his maneuver on camera given the speed of the assault.

And then it happened.

Sirens blaring. Some loud stranger yelling ALARM, ALARM, AREA 9 - GLASS BREAK KITCHEN - ALARM, ALARM. And Glogirly frantically searching for her phone.

GLOGIRLY:  Yes, I'd like to report a false alarm.

GLOGIRLY:  Yes, everything is fine, except for my two crazy CATS.

GLOGIRLY:  No, it was just the cats.

GLOGIRLY:  Yes, cats.

GLOGIRLY:  Just two.

GLOGIRLY:  Well we have this new kitten and I guess his claws on the hardwood floor...as he was attacking my other INNOCENT cat ...must have set off the glass break alarm.

GLOGIRLY:  No, really. We're all okay.

GLOGIRLY:  Thank you. Bye.

KATIE:  Do not be fooled. I may look like the aggressor, but I assure you I am NOT.

Fast forward 24 hours. Waffles does it again.

Fast forward 48 hours. AGAIN.

So now the security guy with the toolbelt has to come to the townhouse and adjust our alarm so Waffles doesn't keep setting it off. That's just great. I'm going to post this mug shot at the front door so he knows what he's dealing with.

(When Waffles first came to live with us, we called him Waffles Too. Shortly after, we dropped the Too and ever since then he's been Waffles. Still silly, still goofy, and still a big love. ...ok, he's put on a few pounds since these photos.)